To observe, to be enchanted, and to enjoy the simple stuff in life, is truly a delight.

IN DUBLIN’S FAIR CITY

Been away for a couple of days doing some business in Dublin. We went up there by train, hence a couple of photos of a most beautiful train station below. I’ve always admired the architecture of this building. It’s reported to be designed in 1846 by Sancton Wood, a British architect from Hackney in London. Heuston station is based on the design of an Italian palazzo (that’s probably why I like it so much). It’s Corinthian columns are very intricate and decorative, (I photograph columns wherever I find them on my travels, they are the most beautiful things).
Anyway, amongst the city’s buildings and people I found some bright and cheerful Crocuses and also a little snail which I found sitting on Ian’s coat, probably dropped there by a bird, it clung on to my finger like mad and so I found it a plant to sit on. Life is funny, at home you will try and drown snails so that they stop eating your young vegetables, but in this city scene I would have thought it bad practice to kill the little snail. The Liffey is the river running through the city. Dublin has some very interesting places to visit, one of them I would have liked to go and see an exhibition in, but as it turned out we did not get to it, the Chester Beatty museum that is, a wonderful place indeed, full of ancient and Eastern illustrated manuscripts.

I love your story of the snail. I was catching the train down to Sydney and we had stopped at a station. The edge of the platform was a painted white and I spotted a little black ant scuttling along and included it in a poem. It can be so enriching to focus on the minutae in nature and try to imagine what it would be like to look through their eyes.

You are right, it is lovely and interesting too. This little snail clung onto my finger as if its life depended on it (and it did). Minute details are like large projections out there in space in a way.